Broken mirrors
Smoking mirrors
Aftermath of fighting warriors
The war is over.
Fears and sober.
Gone and over.
His mind still at war
His face was hardened sore
He hated the ending walls of war
He wanted the grenades and more
Little soilder ."what are you fighting for?."
About
Some people rare never ready to accept peace .
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
